Break in the weather

We definitely don’t expect any white Christmases in Texas, but we have already had some chilly weather this winter. It got down to the 30s which is pretty cold for us (no snarky comments from the Kansas fam, please, I know…). The last week has been rainy every day, but we got a two-day break before more is on its way according to the weather map. So we made the most of it by hitting the Zilker Park train.

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We got there a little early and ate a picnic lunch while sitting on the train. It’s a little tricky to do group shots when it’s just me and the girls, but we tried.

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Then, all aboard, we were off! I think this is seriously the best $5 of entertainment in Austin. A 25 minute ride with lots to look at and a tunnel. And Keep Austin Weird – I was one of three mommas nursing on the train, and there was a high count of guys with tattoos holding pink sippy cups. There is a fun playground right next to the train with a lot to do, including a fire truck.

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I’m not looking forward to the rain coming back tomorrow, but of course we need it. For now, I’m enjoying this gorgeous day with my gorgeous girls.

The tree shot

This is Hannah’s fourth Christmas, and I’ve taken a picture of her in front of the tree every year. It’s fun to look at the progression.

First Christmas

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Second Christmas

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Third Christmas

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Fourth Christmas

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What a young lady we have! Hope you had a very merry Christmas – we were very blessed.

Trickertreat

Halloween is not one of my favorite holidays. I like the costume aspect, but the whole scary aspect plus greedy candy hoarding puts it low on my holiday list. With Hannah getting older, Brett and I had to decide if we even wanted to “do” Halloween, and if we did what it would look like. We tried to think of how we could make it as positive as possible and use the opportunity to encourage others.
This may look different for use every year, but I wanted to share what we did this year (and cute pics of course). The day before Halloween, my friend Meghan and I decided to create “matching” costumes for Hannah and Cody. Many ideas were thrown around, but most involved trips to the craft store and too much time (in my opinion). We settled on Mary and Joseph. It might come across as us having our holidays confused or trying to over-Christianize Halloween, but really it was because Meghan was able to raid her fabric scrap stash and with a few swipes of the scissors and some yarn – voila, costumes!

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On Halloween, Meghan and I loaded the kids up (four total now, wow!) and went to a nursing home that said they were offering trick-or-treating in the afternoon. This sounded great because afternoon is much better than evening for preschoolers. We also thought this would be a good way to encourage others.
Our time at the nursing home was brief because it was set up a little awkwardly, and some of the residents were a little confused and got mad when the kids asked for their candy. Another little girl had a meltdown because she wanted to take baby Jesus away from Hannah. But Cody and Hannah were very cute and came away very excited about their few little Tootsie Rolls. Whatever ended up in the classic plastic pumpkin was dubbed “trickertreats” which makes sense at this stage.
Halloween evening, Joseph was not available, so Hannah dressed in a cute nurse outfit she recently received. (sorry about the weird pics, I’m still figuring out the WordPress app)

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Our street did not have a lot of lights on, so Brett took her to four houses and she came home happy with a very appropriate amount of candy. She was also happy that several kids came by our house before she went to bed and she was able to generously pass out our candy at the door. She even insisted that the parents take candy.
Violet slept through the whole thing, but we woke her up to take some pictures with the good camera. I’ll try to post those soon.
So that was our Halloween – the first one Hannah will really remember, and we hopefully we were able to fill it with fun, encouragement, sharing and, of course, trickertreats.

Violet’s birth story

Written by our doula Lindsey

Dear Violet,

Today was a beautiful day that we will never forget: the day of your birth.

In the weeks leading up to your birth, I met with your mom and dad to plan for your special day. They wanted your entrance to be as simple and as healthy as possible, and they planned to minimize interventions and medications to let things progress as naturally as possible. Even your older sister Hannah seemed protective of you; she and your parents carefully guarded the revealing of your name until your arrival. They were all so excited that you were coming! What a gift! Your mom made a special banner of paper rings to show Hannah how many days there might be til you would join them. As they tore one ring off each day, Hannah commented that it was starting to get very short.

Early in the morning on Monday, October 8th, your mom awoke with some strong contractions. When she got up for the day at 6:30 am, they picked up fast and strong. I received a text from her around 7 am letting me know what was happening. I was surprised by how quickly it sounded like things were moving, so I called to touch base. Your mom was calm on the phone but had to stop to breathe with each contraction. By 9 am, it was clear that it was time to head into the hospital.

When I got into my car to drive to meet your parents at North Austin Medical Center, the air was cool and crisp—a perfect early fall day. I could feel the anticipation of the day; a precious new person was coming to be with us. It felt like the most important thing happening on earth.

I met your mom and dad in triage, and your mom was laboring hard. Your dad stood calmly on her right side, holding her hand. He was serene and steady, but you could tell he was also so excited. Your mom’s labor was moving fast indeed; she was already 6 out of 10 centimeters dilated and was feeling lots of pressure, which meant you were making your way down. Even before we moved to the labor and delivery room, she was naturally beginning to bear down with each surge.

Soon we were in L&D Room 14, and we had fortunately been placed with Nurse Lisa, who your parents knew from church. Over the next two hours, your mom labored with all her might, and your dad never left her side. He told her she was doing great and that she was in the home stretch; it was clear that he was truly proud of the hard work she was doing for their baby. Even though your mom was working harder than she ever had before, she never complained. She was focused and diligent, willing to make any sacrifice necessary for her baby. We were all in awe of her beauty and strength.

By 12:20 pm, your mom was fully dilated and ready to push. Dr. Sebestyen joined us for the pushing stage and helped guide your mom through the next hour and twenty minutes of really intense effort. Around this time your mom asked your dad if they should share your name with us, so we could all call to you. Violet Elizabeth! What a beautiful name. We were so ready to soon see your face. Then, at 1:40 pm, with a mighty will, your mom bore you into the world.

You were placed directly on your mom’s chest and held tightly in her arms. She greeted you with such joy—“Hi…hi! Remember me? Hi baby! I can’t believe you were in my tummy!” Looking at your dad—“I can’t believe she’s here!”  Your dad, leaned in close admiring you, said sweetly, “Hi pretty girl. I love you.” Such precious moments to witness.

You were beautiful, little Violet. So pink, so soft, and so content in the arms of your parents. You were just perfect. You weighed in at 8 pounds, 11 ounces, and you were 20 inches long. What a healthy girl! As you nursed eagerly, your mom talked to Hannah on the phone. Hannah asked, “Is she drinking the mommy milk?!” We all laughed. What sweet sisters you would surely be.

Welcome to the world, dear Violet Elizabeth. We are so grateful to have you here with us; you are dearly loved.

Today we say with joy in our hearts: Happy Birth Day!

Family of four

I’m pretty sure everyone who reads my blog already knows this, but for the sake of official-ness (and in case I have any surprise lurkers out there) – baby Violet is here! She was born on Monday the 8th, 8 lbs 11 oz. Our doula wrote an amazing birth story, and I hope to share it on here or do one of my own.
In brief, until this point I have had absolutely zero physical accomplishments to my name. No trophies, no 5K’s, it’s just not my thing. But to say I gave birth to this amazing little person naturally, feeling and doing everything to bring her into the world… I feel pretty good about that.

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My mom went home after keeping the house running for eight days, and we are now finding our feet as a family of four. I’m ridiculously tired but made it to MOPS today!
We are so thankful for our little blessing Violet. Life on Olive Street just got a little busier.

Madly, Truly, Deeply

Before Hannah was born, I wondered what it would feel like to be a mom. My previous roles were daughter, sister and wife. This was something different; my life would now be devoted, 24/7, to keeping this little person alive and helping her grow into the best big person she could be.

Then I walked into a nursery of bassinets, and the nurse led me to one and said, “Congratulations, mom!”

Um, okay?

It wasn’t in that instant, but one day I realized that over time I had not only fallen in love with this little person, I had feelings for her that were very different than other relationships. Now, as she is three, she regularly drives me to the end of my patience and takes me to the negative end of my emotional spectrum more than anyone else. But she also makes me laugh more than anyone else, and I have this passionate, crazy attachment to her despite the daily challenges.

We spend hours and hours and hours a week together. Just the two of us. We have our routine, our friends, our jokes.

I know some things will change with the new baby. Everyone will be making adjustments. I keep reminding myself that this sibling is a gift – I can’t imagine life without my sister! It’s hard to wrap my head around, but as God puts our family together, I’m trusting He’ll give me the same crazy love for each child as I have for Hannah. But I’m wondering how I could possibly love anyone else the way I love her?

There are a lot of children’s books along the lines of “how much I love you.” Some of these are pretty cheesy, in my opinion. But someone gave us one that makes me cry every time I read it to Hannah. I want to include the last few verses here:

You’re my sweetie, my dear, my smile and giggle.

You’re my playmate for always, my hug and my wiggle.

Hanging out with you is where I like to be,

eating ice cream sundaes or watching the TV.

Under your umbrella, behind you on a bike,

by you and beside you is what I really like.

I can’t imagine life before you came along.

You are the music to my dance and my song.

I am meant for you, and you are meant for me,

the one I love forevermore. Undeniably.

I Love You So… by Marianne Richmond

Did anyone else have an emotional rough patch going from one to two kids? Please reassure me!

Countdown

We’ve only got a few weeks left as a family of three. This seems to be taking a long time to me; I’m sure Brett feels similarly. Hannah probably thinks this whole thing is weird because we’ve been talking about it for as long as she can remember but there is still no baby.
I thought a visual countdown might help us stay motivated. Time to make a chain. This was a great way to use up some scrapbook paper scraps that had been lying around a while. It even turned into a mommy-daughter project when I realized the cool paper cutter thing I have is fairly child safe.

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I made enough rings to go through 42 weeks. So I know the length of the chain is the maximum number of days left. We’ll have a baby before we use up the chain, whew.

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Every morning at breakfast, Hannah takes off a ring. The chain is already shorter than when I took that picture, wow!

Our growing girls

Today was the first day of Hannah’s second year of preschool. She has been asking all summer, “Is school open yet? Can we go to school today?” Finally, the day was here! Last week, we were able to visit her new classroom and meet her new teachers. We loved her sweet teachers last year, so it was a little sad to not see them again. But Hannah’s new teachers, Miss Beth and Miss Shannon, seem great as well, and we’re looking forward to the next year!

First day – almost 3!

This one just cracked me up

Our two growing girls – almost 36 weeks

Hannah told us she didn’t do anything at school today and didn’t have any fun. But at 6:15 tonight, she announced she was ready for bed. At 6:30, she was tucked in and has been quiet ever since which is two hours earlier than she often falls asleep. Hopefully, that doesn’t mean she’ll be up at 5am.

First dentist trip

At my last dentist appointment in January, I talked with the dentist, Dr. Evans, and hygienist about the possibility of bringing Hannah in sometime. We decided to set an appointment for July and just see what she was comfortable with. They said that 2-yr-olds typically ride up and down in the chair and sometimes will cooperate and open their mouths. This isn’t a big deal since regular dental visits aren’t recommended until age four.
So we took Hannah in; she got to see Brett get his teeth cleaned. Then it was her turn.
She did awesome! Sitting on Brett’s lap, she let the hygienist do a complete cleaning (with chocolate toothpaste!) and got an exam with Dr. Evans. They said she was one of the best-behaved 2-yr-olds they’d ever had. They said her teeth look great, and she thought the whole thing was very exciting. Next appointment in six months – our big girl!

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Eating real food in the ’80s

Guest writer Joyce Jordan – who raised good eaters on real food

Imagine a trip to the grocery store and there are no clamshells of arugula, no brown rice, no soy milk, no reduced fat products, no high fiber pastas, no microwavable bags of veggies, no whole wheat tortillas or English muffins, no fresh fish and no organic products at all. That’s just the tip of the iceberg (which, by the way, was generally the only kind of lettuce available).

Don’t feel like you went back to 1850, you simply returned to the early 1980s.

For those of us who wanted to venture into the world of healthier eating, we had to seek out unusual sources and create our own products. Finding whole grains in Lawrence, KS meant a trip to the Community Mercantile (known locally as the Merc). Back then it was a cramped and dark little establishment, run by creepy hippie types with debatable standards of cleanliness. If you really wanted that brown rice or whole wheat flour, you just had to get past the weirdness of the place.

Finding recipes meant searching out books like More With Less, Laurel’s Kitchen, and various Jane Brody cookbooks. These books unlocked the secrets of a world of whole grains, beans, granola, scratch cooking and new approaches to vegetables. If I wanted my children to have applesauce that didn’t contain sugar, then I needed to make it myself. If I wanted my family to eat whole grain pancakes, tortillas or English muffins, then I needed to make them. If I wanted lower sugar strawberry jam with no artificial colors, then I needed to make it. Plain nonfat yogurt necessitated the purchase of a yogurt maker.

The intrepid adventurers seemed to find each other, and we renegades banded together and shared what we were learning. Some people accused us of living in the past, but we were convinced that we were moving into the future.

The events of the last 30 years would prove us right.

Bookshelves and the internet are now filled with healthful recipes. Brown rice is sold on the same shelf as white rice – it isn’t even necessarily relegated to the “health food” section of the grocery store! Getting enough fiber is now a mainstream subject and not a topic that is discussed only in private. The Merc is now a beautiful, large, clean, well-lit grocery store where anyone can shop comfortably. Organic meats, fruit and veggies are sold everywhere.

When I see foodie friends from the 80s, we all laugh and wonder where we found the TIME to make all of those things! Most of us had small children, and several of the moms worked part time. Our conclusion is that we were so committed to what we were doing, that not doing it simply wasn’t an option.

No regrets!

Lazy updates

If I had more energy, I’d make these into separate posts with fun pics. But you get bullet points instead.

– Bye to Bingley – In an attempt to simplify our life in preparation for family growth, we have decided to re-home the dogs. My parents graciously offered to welcome Bingley as a friend for their dog Rocky, so we took him up with us on our Kansas trip. We are getting good reports about the adventures of Bingley and Rocky. It was sad to say goodbye, but we know he is happy with a huge yard and a friend. We are still looking for a new home for Leia; let us know if you are interested.

– New wheels – We loved our Honda Pilot, but the automatic sliding doors of the minivan lured us to the official family vehicle. It is a 2007 Honda Odyssey, and we are in love! Good thing since I’ll probably be driving a minivan for the next 20 years or so.

– Baby update – I’m now 26 weeks along, finishing up the second trimester. The pregnancy tracker iPhone app says that my baby this week is the size of a cucumber, 15 inches long and 2.2 lbs. My mom has pulled some mammoth produce from her garden, but I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a 15 inch, 2 pound cucumber. Anyway, baby girl remains quite active, and I’m feeling pretty good, just tired.

– Big girl bed – The crib has been moved into the guest room which is the new nursery, and Hannah has a big girl bed. We got a set of bunk beds from Ikea but only assembled the frame and bottom bed. She is very proud of her new bed, but bedtimes have been rough as she does not enjoy actually staying in her bed.

– Ballet class – I am still taking the adult ballet class I joined in January. The classes continue through the summer, and I am doing as much as I can with my growing baby bump. My teacher says my grand battements are still just as high as the 20-year-olds in my class, woohoo! We’ll see how the third trimester goes.

– Weekend away – Brett and I will be attending a “Food and Family” conference in San Antonio in a couple weeks. We are excited about the topics (nutrition, meal planning on a budget, sustainable farming, hospitality, Biblical feasting, etc) and the chance to hang out on the Riverwalk for a few days. I’ll definitely be doing a big recap when we return.

– Down with diapers – I would now consider Hannah to be potty-trained, yay! I’m not one of those moms to include all the details, but everyone in the house is very excited to only deal with diapers for sleeping. What a big girl! Now I’m going to enjoy a 3-month break from regular diaper changes.

And to answer any possible questions: No, we don’t have a name for the baby yet, and even if we did we wouldn’t tell. Yes, it is ridiculously hot. Yes, I will post pictures of the new bedroom arrangements when they are finished. No, we haven’t watched “Downton Abbey” yet, but it’s on our to-do list.